I could tell you that I have amazing friends, one of whom staged a stealth pickup at the airport yesterday, and didn't flinch from hugging me even though I hadn't showered since May.
I could tell you that Mongolia is Big Sky Country. Or that I am currently sporting the darkest tan I have achieved in the past twenty years. That I came home to a gloriously pretty copy of Shadow Bound. That the temperatures in early-summer Mongolia are colder than those I've so far found in Melbourne winter.
All these things — and more — are true.
But instead I will tell you that Mongolia has a quietening effect. It stills the heart, robs the throat of words, and fills it with song.
This is precisely why I travel.
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I adore this photo. Wish my hair did that.
Ahem. I secretly suspect this photo is actually of you, and this was your attempt to
spycheck up on me on your way home.I dispute that allegation, in light of the facts that a) that punk is clearly short, and b) mah bro said not but yesterday that you are shorter than me. ;p
I am shorter than pretty much everyone in the world. Point b) is therefore considered moot and irrelevant to the argument at hand. I therefore remain not entirely convinced.
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